This is really hard to admit, but I have to confess, my house is a diaster. My lawn needs mowed. My flower beds need to be weeded and raked. And inside, oh have mercy. My windows need to be cleaned inside and out, the dustbunnies are forming a union, and whatever you do, don't check the bathrooms too closely.
My husband, bless him, is great at the surface stuff. The bed's always made, the laundry's always caught up, and all my piles are transferred from the kitchen table to the computer room desks (yes, plural, I'm a writer. Albeit, a writer who uses her desks to stack crap to the ceiling, but still a writer).
As Spring sets in, I'm starting to feel the need to clean. I'd like to see out my windows when I'm staring off into space, really I would. I want to be able to wade through the back yard to admire my flowers that will soon be blooming. I want to be able to look under the secretary and not worry that I'll be attacked by an errant dust bunny. These are all good goals.
But cleaning house seems to come at the expense of writing. On my days off, I can stay home and mop the hardwoods or I can go to B&N and write the next chapter. Guess what wins? And as I stare out my water-spotted, dirty window, I feel bad about it. Not bad enough to sacrifice my writing but bad.
So here's the plan. Quite ingenious, if I do say so myself. When I get rich from my writing, I'll hire a cleaning service to help my husband out. I think he'd like that. I think I'd like that. But until then, I'll just have to hope the dust bunnies don't meet the gnomes who will tending the garden.
My husband, bless him, is great at the surface stuff. The bed's always made, the laundry's always caught up, and all my piles are transferred from the kitchen table to the computer room desks (yes, plural, I'm a writer. Albeit, a writer who uses her desks to stack crap to the ceiling, but still a writer).
As Spring sets in, I'm starting to feel the need to clean. I'd like to see out my windows when I'm staring off into space, really I would. I want to be able to wade through the back yard to admire my flowers that will soon be blooming. I want to be able to look under the secretary and not worry that I'll be attacked by an errant dust bunny. These are all good goals.
But cleaning house seems to come at the expense of writing. On my days off, I can stay home and mop the hardwoods or I can go to B&N and write the next chapter. Guess what wins? And as I stare out my water-spotted, dirty window, I feel bad about it. Not bad enough to sacrifice my writing but bad.
So here's the plan. Quite ingenious, if I do say so myself. When I get rich from my writing, I'll hire a cleaning service to help my husband out. I think he'd like that. I think I'd like that. But until then, I'll just have to hope the dust bunnies don't meet the gnomes who will tending the garden.
I always intended to hire someone to clean when we could afford it; however, when that time finally came, there were only the two of us and my husband is really good at it. He leaves my office/sewing room alone, though, and it's a natural disaster at all times. Someday, however, I DO want to sit in a coffee shop and write. It's one of my so-far-unrealized dreams.
ReplyDeleteGreat post!
my house is actually too dirty to hire somebody to clean it....i'd have to clean it first before members of the human race not wearing protective hazmat gear should be allowed in the door.
ReplyDeleteand no, i'm not joking!
=)
Oh, boy!
ReplyDeleteI can't believe I'm admitting this publically, but I don't clean. Well, almost never. I hate it, would rather do anything than clean.
And I mean anything.
Like Carrie, I'd have to hire a cleaner for the cleaners....sigh.
I have to clean my house. I can't concentrate around clutter. Every time there's a mess, my eyes keep going to it until I can't take it anymore and have to get rid of it. That's why now if I want to get any writing done, I go to my newly aquired office and shut the door.
ReplyDeleteI've been thinking about hiring someone to come in just once a month and do all the "big" stuff - your kitchen/bathroom tiles, floors, move the furniture out so it's actually vacuumed behind once in a while...lol! I've got to get at my windows too, so I hear you there. And put away the files on my desk I just keep rearranging. Sigh...sounds like we all need a "wife" to keep us organized. :)
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ReplyDeleteEasy solution - my husband does all the cleaning. Best way around this problem!
ReplyDeleteI agree, writing comes first over cleaning the house. But if I have company comping I make it a cleaning marathon. LOL
ReplyDeleteUgg. Cleaning is wayyy down my "list" all the time too. However, I sometimes have to force myself to do it. So when it's my day "off" (as if we moms/wives ever have those), I set the kitchen time for an hour (or 45 minutes, or less...) and make myself clean for that long. It's really surprising how much I can get done in that much time!
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